A/N: I won't say too much about last night's glee in case you haven't seen it yet, but as terrible as it is to not get to see Blaine in a few episodes, it was worth it to get to see him on Broadway in How to Succeed. Enjoy this chapter, it's a little short, but I'm working on another right now.
I really did enjoy writing the craziness in the last chapter, especially the bit with the bolt cutters.
A few weeks went by without any more problems at school. Kurt and Blaine decided on taking Coach Sylvester up on her offer of being the new stars of the Cheerios, but the set forth a few conditions. They would only do competitions, no football games. And they wouldn't wear the uniform around school everyday. She was surprisingly understanding when Blaine explained about getting beat up enough as it is. They also only had to go to the first half of Cheerios practice to work on the competition routine and got to leave when they worked on football game stuff. And according to Kurt, she went back to calling Blaine 'Curls', since he started wearing his hair without gel. It slightly resembled a clown wig, only not rainbow. Being more involved in school should have made them too busy or tired to get up to mischief at home, but apparently spending every afternoon looking at your boyfriend in a cheerleading uniform only increases your already overactive sex drive.
The final straw that broke the proverbial camel's back was coming home to find my driveway blocked. By a fire truck and a cop car. There was no way this could have been a good thing. I got out of my car and saw all three boys on the front lawn. Two of them shirtless.
I ran over to where they were standing talking to a cop and a fireman.
"What's going on here? Is everyone alright?"
"Sir, is this your house?"
"Yes it is. What happened?"
"There was a small fire in an upstairs bedroom. Apparently there were some lit candles and some sort of fabric landing on them had caught. They just finished inspecting the house. The boys did a good job of containing it. There is barely any damage from the fire. But the room right at the top of the stairs needs to be aired out for a few days before anyone can go in it, due to smoke. Now sir, which one of these boys is yours? There seems to be some confusion over who actually lives here."
"They are all mine. And they are all going to be in deep trouble later."
"You have three boys who are high school seniors? How do you put up with it? I only have one high schooler at home and I can't deal with him!"
"Oh, I still don't know how to handle them. Thank you for your time officer. If we are all done here, I'd like to go see the damage these idiots have caused to my house."
"Have a good day sir... And good luck." The officer finished, and walked back to his car.
I needed a minute to decide who to yell at first.
"Inside! Now!"
After all of us were settled in the living room (all three boys squeezed onto the love seat) I finally figured out how to approach this situation.
"Ok, Finn, seeing as you are the only one fully clothed, I'll assume this isn't completely your fault. You're up first, what happened?"
"Um... well... I was in my room listening to music when I heard yelling. It was different than their usual yelling, so I went to see what was going on. I saw smoke and ran into the bathroom to fill a bucket with water. When I went back in I dumped it on Kurt's dresser, which was just smoldering by then. It looked like they put out the flames with some water bottles."
"Thank you Finn. You are free to go."
He didn't think twice about that and took off. He shouted back something about going over Puck's.
"Now, I would like one of you to explain why I got home to find a fire truck outside. And you two shirtless."
Kurt and Blaine looked a little off color, both a little pale, while having flaming red cheeks. Kurt started the story out, even though he looked pained to do so.
"Well, we got home after school, and I decided to light some candles to be romantic. We got a little distracted and when Blaine's shirt went flying across the room, it landed on some candles. We didn't notice until the room started to fill with smoke. I had a few water bottles that put out the flames, then Finn came running in with a bucket and drenched everything. One of the neighbors saw smoke and called 911."
I took a moment to think about everything he said. Finally, I spoke to them, mainly because they both looked on the verge of fainting.
"First thing you are going to do is go put some shirts on."
When Carol got home that night she immediately knew something was up. Maybe it was because of how guilty the boys were acting. Maybe it was because the entire house smelled like smoke. Either way, Kurt and Blaine told her the whole painful story, with Blaine adding a few details, particularly about his favorite Harry Potter shirt meeting it's untimely demise. Dinner was a quiet affair without Finn, who called to say he was staying over at Puck's. Once bed time rolled around, I informed Kurt that since his room cannot be occupied for a few days, he had the option of bunking in Finn's room, or the couch. He did not take that well.
"Why can't I just stay in with Blaine? You know we share the same bed every night. And you know we have sex. Lots of sex. You've walked in on us enough to know that. Carol and Finn also know from first hand experience. And now the cops and the fire department have told you!"
I couldn't really respond with anything but the usual my house, my rules bit, but Carol was shooting me a look that said "drop it". I just huffed and walked into my room slamming the door. At least I can imagine he listened to me and went into Finn's room.
Kurt was in a worse mood in the morning than he was last night. And he looked terrible. I couldn't quite place the reason. Being the subtle conversationalist that I am, I figured I'd get to the bottom of it.
"Wow Kurt, you look terrible. What happened?" This earned me a light smack on the shoulder from Carol. But Kurt continued to stare moodily at his cornflakes. Blaine finally told me the reason.
"Kurt finally realized that not being able to go in his room means he doesn't have access to his moisturizers and vast wardrobe and is stuck wearing the clothing of someone with an uncivilized pallet."
Kurt groaned when I moved to look at him. He was wearing Dalton sweat pants and a Harry Potter t shirt. He turned to talk directly to Blaine.
"I didn't mean you were uncivilized. There's just SO MUCH Harry Potter. And your pants are all too short and don't fit right."
"None of my pants are too short. They all fit me just fine. If my wardrobe, that I have graciously offered you the use of, is so terrible, maybe you should borrow some clothes from Finn."
Blaine seemed a little defensive of his vast collection of Harry Potter shirts.
"His would be too big. Besides, at least I know yours are clean. I'm sorry I said your wardrobe was uncivilized. Will you forgive me?"
"I can't stay mad at you when you're wearing a shirt that says 'Muggle', now can I?"
Sometimes those boys were a little too perfect for each other. Even Carol and I take more than two minutes at the breakfast table to resolve an issue.
"Hey! None of that at the breakfast table. Don't make me get the hose!"
Even though the boys made up, they still spent the rest of the day in the house watching movies and playing games since Kurt refused to be seen in public without a proper outfit.